Lady Friday Houston's Ebony Mistress Supreme

9/11 Where were you?

2011-09-10T23:15:00.000-07:00

I will preface this be stating that I had a slave visiting overnight and it was the next morning. Now this particular slave I would probably describe as dramatic and given to exaggeration, had been calling to me and prompting me to come watch the news on TV .

And then I saw.......

This week I have watched the TV specials about the anniversary of the event that
changed our lives. I realized I had never truly processed the emotions and
feelings of witnessing the most horrific event I had ever encountered in my
adult life. The image of the second plane crashing into the Twin Towers on TV.

It wasn't until recently watching a memorial show that I recalled the images
that will be forever etched into my memories. The instant empathy for the poor
souls condemned to such a death and the great sorrow for their abrupt and
traumatic demise.

It still brings tears to my eyes now when I recall seeing the footage and
reports of the incredible heroism and selfless acts that define that day to me
far more than the hideous criminal depravity that prompted it.

On this day, let's come together and recall and reflect on those that were lost
and how they impacted our lives and how they continue to affect us. Also, what
it all means to us as a culture, a people, a nation to have undergone such
tragedy and survived to continue having endured the kind of injury this day
dealt to each and everyone of us.

With Great Sorrow and Pride,

Mistress Lady Friday

Are you really that stupid?

2011-09-09T14:30:00.001-07:00

Your husband is online again today trolling for the kink that he needs because he is a loser! But this time, I.M. I am in no way involved and you two can dance your dance of dysfunction together. LOLOLOL

Laughing all the way to the bank.

When is outing ok?

2011-09-04T01:56:00.001-07:00

This just a question that I replied to in a Fetlife group. I find it interesting that there are those that seem to hold cyber discretion as a great responsibility while others choose to use this noble tenant as a licence to troll the net and weave their lies and mislead, manipulate and hoodwink others. Personally I think they should all be outed, within the confines of the community. Why is someone who displays no regard or respect for the relationships they commit themselves to not held to a higher standard in this community?

We state relationship statuses on social profiles but what about those that dishonor those privileged positions? What are the proper channels to cry foul?

There arent any. So dearies, I say. Say it loud and out the bitches for the lame asses they are......

If anyone goes looking they will have your forewarning.

After all, we are all our brother's keeper as well as being the keepers of cyber trusts.

Lady Friday

News!!!

2011-08-28T05:37:00.000-07:00

In a very short while the dungeon I launched Halloween last year will be celebrating its One Year Anniversary! I can't say how excited I am about that. Look out for dungeon expansion and amazing new featured Mistresses at Maison Noir!!!!

Ne Me Quitte Pas - Nina Simone

2011-08-28T02:42:00.000-07:00

Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue

2011-08-28T02:40:00.000-07:00

NE ME QUITTE PAS [DON'T LEAVE ME] - NINA SIMONE (w/ English Subs)

2011-08-11T01:30:00.000-07:00

Jill Scott "Hate On Me"

2011-08-11T01:28:00.000-07:00

P!nk - Perfect

2011-08-11T01:05:00.000-07:00

P!nk - Please Don't Leave Me

2011-08-11T00:47:00.000-07:00

Sally's Last Dance

2011-08-07T18:12:00.000-07:00

It had been a good while since Salvatore had seen Mistress. A lot had happened since his last session, a whole lot. Sally looked out the window of his office and out into the the quiet main street of the small town he now resides. No honking horns or elevated executive digs for him anymore. Glancing down at the simple cotton work shirt and dockers , he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He missed the feel of Italian leather and the tailored suits of his former life. Sally thought back to the arrest and the deal he made with the Attorney General that now had him working as an auto parts store manager in a small town in middle America.
Witness protection was certainly not the reality he had envisioned. He had few of the comforts of his former life and one of those that he missed dearly were his sessions with Mistress. Sitting down he, relaxed back into his uncomfortable desk chair and remembered the last one. He entered the dungeon, breathing in the smell of leather and wax that greeted and enveloped him. The scent of her perfume came to him then, announcing her presence and curling his lips into a familiar smile.
“Hello Mistress” Turning towards the source of his smile, Sally took in Lady Friday. Lounging back on her leather couch and dangling her gleaming painted toes over the edge of the ottoman , Mistress summoned him. He now approached with head lowered respectfully, hands behind his back. He had always appreciated the form of a real woman. Rounded and strong, the dark tones of her skin a palette of browns and red and caramel all blended to draw his gaze and capture it.

Then the voice, “I have missed you Sally.” Dropping to his knees and taking the collar and leash laid out on the footstool, Sally quickly attached his symbol of submission and lowered his head almost to the floor and answered. “I am sorry Mistress, it just that I have a lot going on with the trial and everything. I would have come sooner but this damn jag-off attorney of Mine keeps me busy and well with the media, I didn’t think it was a good idea.” Grimacing Sally recalled those not well thought out words.

“Not a good idea Sally?” Rising Mistress took the leash attached to his collar and pulled his face close to hers.A new smile curved across those sultry pump crimson lips and Sally felt his balls begin to creep slowly back up inside his cavity. Sally knew this look and knew exactly what it meant. He was in trouble.

“I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a good idea to see you. I just meant that..” Sally remembered the white hot flare of pain from the slap that had just silenced him. “I do not recall asking your opinion either way,did I slave?” Mistress reached down to her knee high leather boots and removed the dagger that lay strapped against the leather. A now cruel smile greets him as his head is jerked upright.

“Tisk tisk Sally. Now I am going to have to punish you for your insolence. Now don’t worry because as we both know I don’t really require a reason to punish you and you don’t either do you really?” Shaking his head no, Sally spoke much more softly ,stating that Mistress did indeed have the power and the right to punish him as she saw fit. In fact Sally had been coming a number of years to submit to the delightful tortures of Mistress.
Watching with growing trepidation at the approaching glinting steel, Sally tried to inquire as respectfully as he could, as to what Mistress had in mind. Pulling his face even closer, Sally thought he could almost feel the brush of her lips against his ear. “ I read the news Sally. I realize that we may not ever see each other ever again and I am glad that you did take the time to come and honor your commit to Me as My slave. I don’t care whether what happens in that courtroom your ass is always going to belong to Me. And you are always to behave as such.”

With that Mistress took the dagger, slid it inside the lapel of his tine tailored suit and began to slice each button from the jacket. Helplessly Sally watched as the jacket fell open and revealing his favorite silk shirt. Catching his gaze, Mistress twirled the blade of the dagger, pressing its sharp point lightly against her lips, her eyes alight with mischief. “That is your favorite shirt isn’t it Sally?” Mistress knew it was. He remembered how he had been punished for showing it off to her at a previous session without bringing her a present to enjoy as well. Sally had learned many lessons at the feet of his Mistress. One of them being, don’t dig your hole any deeper than necessary.
“Yes Mistress, it is.”
“Good, I am glad this will be effecting and not something you likely to forget.” With that Mistress sliced into his shirt. Making slice after slice into his shirt, leaving it in tatters. Taking the blade she pulled apart the edges of one of the cuts and drew the edge if the blade around his nipple. The cold sharp edge of the dagger making him shiver. His knees felt weak and he loved it. No where else in the world did he feel as weak and as helpless as he did in his Mistress’s chambers.   From the very first session he had fallen in love with the feelings his Ebony Mistress had allowed him to enjoy,helplessness, vulnerability and devotion.

Sally wasn’t a man that anyone that hoped to remain in good health to have to encounter. So his time with his Mistress was an oasis in an stressful power struggle filled life. “Strip off those rags and put your restraints on.” said Mistress. Sally quickly went about his task. Taking and folding his now ruined cloths neatly, lest he be chastised again. Out of the corner of his eye, Sally could see Mistress, gathering toys for the play his body had been aching for. Seeing the whips and nipple clamps that he loved, Sally surpressed a grin. Maybe just maybe Mistress had missed play with him too. Dropping back to his knees, Sally crawled over in front of this Mistress. Leash in hand he offered himself to her. Reaching down, Mistress accepted his offering. Ordering him to spread his thighs and place his hands on the top of his head. Taking the weighted clamps from the tray she quickly attached them. Breath hissed from between his lips as the steep clamps bit into him.
Mistress began his mantra chant, “What are you?” “I am your bitch.” answered Sally. “Why do you exist bitch?” Mistress asked and pulled on the weights stretching each nipple out from his chest. Tears gathered, and Sally blinked them back,”I exist to please Mistress. Please you and any other Domina that you so desire.” Twisting the clamps, Mistress began the ritual that put his head straight into subspace. Heat and nerves electric he swayed against the clamps. Letting her take him over. Letting Her have Her way.

“Yes slut, you exist to please Me and please Me you shall.” Mistress struck then with her boot, sending it slamming into his unsuspecting dangling balls. Bent over, chest heaving Sally choked back the nausea and felt her hands on his neck. Leaning into her, Sally whimpered to show his submission, Sally licked out at her boots with his tongue licking them ,hungry for her approval.

“Like those swelling balls,Sally?” Standing before im dressed completely in leathers he had gifted Her with over the years. She had remembered, Sally realized with satisfaction. She was showing him in Her way that She did remember his service fondly at least he hoped so. That was a question he found himself re-visiting almost immediately as Mistress attached a parachute and then electric leads and began sending pulsing waves of electricity through his ball sack. Sweat glistened on his skin as he suffered for his Mistress. Gazing up at Her, knowing only She could give him the torment he had come to accept as necessary as the air he breathed. She began the mantra again. “What are you?”She asked. “I am your bitch,Mistress.” “Do you suffer for you or Me?” With that Mistress turned the intensity up on the tens unit and went back to the clamps that were by now sending shrieking waves of pain into his tender nipples. Squeezing the taunt swollen abused pas with Her nails, making Sally glad he was already on his knees.
This went on for what seemed an eternity. ”What are you slut?” She would demand. “Whose whore are you?” Finally Sally collapsed back onto his ass, dripping with sweat, gazing only with abject adoration.
“YES MISTRESS, I AM YOUR CUNT, YOUR BITCH, YOUR WHORE!!! I LOVE TO SUFFER FOR YOU!!” Sally felt the words explode out of him. His will gone, his body broken. Shaking Sally felt Mistress remove the parachute and gather himself. Strong hands combed through his hair, Her touch, Her voice soothing him, sheltering his vulnerable and ravaged body.

“Come Sally,we aren’t finished yet. I have a surprise for you. I do know what you are going through and wanted you to know that I will never forget you.. And that you will never forget Me. ” Mistress turned to him and showed him what she was holding, a new tattoo gun.

“Lenny Fitzer, I have a package here for Lenny Fitzer.” A voice startled Sally from his thoughts, cursing himself for losing track of time and letting himself get caught up in the past.,Sally now Lenny came back to reality.

Accepting the package, Sally cocked a brow and asked the delivery guy how he knew his name. These days it was VERY important to know how anyone knew him. “Well buddy, if you don’t want people to know who you are, maybe you shouldn’t have your initials LF on your arm.”

With a wry smile, Sally signed for the package and answered. “Yeah, you are probably right.”

It had been a good while since Salvatore had seen Mistress. A lot had happened since his last session, a whole lot. Sally looked out the window of his office and out into the the quiet main street of the small town he now resides. No honking horns or elevated executive digs for him anymore. Glancing down at the simple cotton work shirt and dockers , he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He missed the feel of Italian leather and the tailored suits of his former life. Sally thought back to the arrest and the deal he made with the Attorney General that now had him working as an auto parts store manager in a small town in middle America.
Witness protection was certainly not the reality he had envisioned. He had few of the comforts of his former life and one of those that he missed dearly were his sessions with Mistress. Sitting down he, relaxed back into his uncomfortable desk chair and remembered the last one. He entered the dungeon, breathing in the smell of leather and wax that greeted and enveloped him. The scent of her perfume came to him then, announcing her presence and curling his lips into a familiar smile.
“Hello Mistress” Turning towards the source of his smile, Sally took in Lady Friday. Lounging back on her leather couch and dangling her gleaming painted toes over the edge of the ottoman , Mistress summoned him. He now approached with head lowered respectfully, hands behind his back. He had always appreciated the form of a real woman. Rounded and strong, the dark tones of her skin a palette of browns and red and caramel all blended to draw his gaze and capture it.

Then the voice, “I have missed you Sally.” Dropping to his knees and taking the collar and leash laid out on the footstool, Sally quickly attached his symbol of submission and lowered his head almost to the floor and answered. “I am sorry Mistress, it just that I have a lot going on with the trial and everything. I would have come sooner but this damn jag-off attorney of Mine keeps me busy and well with the media, I didn’t think it was a good idea.” Grimacing Sally recalled those not well thought out words.

“Not a good idea Sally?” Rising Mistress took the leash attached to his collar and pulled his face close to hers.A new smile curved across those sultry pump crimson lips and Sally felt his balls begin to creep slowly back up inside his cavity. Sally knew this look and knew exactly what it meant. He was in trouble.

“I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a good idea to see you. I just meant that..” Sally remembered the white hot flare of pain from the slap that had just silenced him. “I do not recall asking your opinion either way,did I slave?” Mistress reached down to her knee high leather boots and removed the dagger that lay strapped against the leather. A now cruel smile greets him as his head is jerked upright.

“Tisk tisk Sally. Now I am going to have to punish you for your insolence. Now don’t worry because as we both know I don’t really require a reason to punish you and you don’t either do you really?” Shaking his head no, Sally spoke much more softly ,stating that Mistress did indeed have the power and the right to punish him as she saw fit. In fact Sally had been coming a number of years to submit to the delightful tortures of Mistress.
Watching with growing trepidation at the approaching glinting steel, Sally tried to inquire as respectfully as he could, as to what Mistress had in mind. Pulling his face even closer, Sally thought he could almost feel the brush of her lips against his ear. “ I read the news Sally. I realize that we may not ever see each other ever again and I am glad that you did take the time to come and honor your commit to Me as My slave. I don’t care whether what happens in that courtroom your ass is always going to belong to Me. And you are always to behave as such.”

With that Mistress took the dagger, slid it inside the lapel of his tine tailored suit and began to slice each button from the jacket. Helplessly Sally watched as the jacket fell open and revealing his favorite silk shirt. Catching his gaze, Mistress twirled the blade of the dagger, pressing its sharp point lightly against her lips, her eyes alight with mischief. “That is your favorite shirt isn’t it Sally?” Mistress knew it was. He remembered how he had been punished for showing it off to her at a previous session without bringing her a present to enjoy as well. Sally had learned many lessons at the feet of his Mistress. One of them being, don’t dig your hole any deeper than necessary.
“Yes Mistress, it is.”
“Good, I am glad this will be effecting and not something you likely to forget.” With that Mistress sliced into his shirt. Making slice after slice into his shirt, leaving it in tatters. Taking the blade she pulled apart the edges of one of the cuts and drew the edge if the blade around his nipple. The cold sharp edge of the dagger making him shiver. His knees felt weak and he loved it. No where else in the world did he feel as weak and as helpless as he did in his Mistress’s chambers.   From the very first session he had fallen in love with the feelings his Ebony Mistress had allowed him to enjoy,helplessness, vulnerability and devotion.

Sally wasn’t a man that anyone that hoped to remain in good health to have to encounter. So his time with his Mistress was an oasis in an stressful power struggle filled life. “Strip off those rags and put your restraints on.” said Mistress. Sally quickly went about his task. Taking and folding his now ruined cloths neatly, lest he be chastised again. Out of the corner of his eye, Sally could see Mistress, gathering toys for the play his body had been aching for. Seeing the whips and nipple clamps that he loved, Sally surpressed a grin. Maybe just maybe Mistress had missed play with him too. Dropping back to his knees, Sally crawled over in front of this Mistress. Leash in hand he offered himself to her. Reaching down, Mistress accepted his offering. Ordering him to spread his thighs and place his hands on the top of his head. Taking the weighted clamps from the tray she quickly attached them. Breath hissed from between his lips as the steep clamps bit into him.
Mistress began his mantra chant, “What are you?” “I am your bitch.” answered Sally. “Why do you exist bitch?” Mistress asked and pulled on the weights stretching each nipple out from his chest. Tears gathered, and Sally blinked them back,”I exist to please Mistress. Please you and any other Domina that you so desire.” Twisting the clamps, Mistress began the ritual that put his head straight into subspace. Heat and nerves electric he swayed against the clamps. Letting her take him over. Letting Her have Her way.

“Yes slut, you exist to please Me and please Me you shall.” Mistress struck then with her boot, sending it slamming into his unsuspecting dangling balls. Bent over, chest heaving Sally choked back the nausea and felt her hands on his neck. Leaning into her, Sally whimpered to show his submission, Sally licked out at her boots with his tongue licking them ,hungry for her approval.

“Like those swelling balls,Sally?” Standing before im dressed completely in leathers he had gifted Her with over the years. She had remembered, Sally realized with satisfaction. She was showing him in Her way that She did remember his service fondly at least he hoped so. That was a question he found himself re-visiting almost immediately as Mistress attached a parachute and then electric leads and began sending pulsing waves of electricity through his ball sack. Sweat glistened on his skin as he suffered for his Mistress. Gazing up at Her, knowing only She could give him the torment he had come to accept as necessary as the air he breathed. She began the mantra again. “What are you?”She asked. “I am your bitch,Mistress.” “Do you suffer for you or Me?” With that Mistress turned the intensity up on the tens unit and went back to the clamps that were by now sending shrieking waves of pain into his tender nipples. Squeezing the taunt swollen abused pas with Her nails, making Sally glad he was already on his knees.
This went on for what seemed an eternity. ”What are you slut?” She would demand. “Whose whore are you?” Finally Sally collapsed back onto his ass, dripping with sweat, gazing only with abject adoration.
“YES MISTRESS, I AM YOUR CUNT, YOUR BITCH, YOUR WHORE!!! I LOVE TO SUFFER FOR YOU!!” Sally felt the words explode out of him. His will gone, his body broken. Shaking Sally felt Mistress remove the parachute and gather himself. Strong hands combed through his hair, Her touch, Her voice soothing him, sheltering his vulnerable and ravaged body.

“Come Sally,we aren’t finished yet. I have a surprise for you. I do know what you are going through and wanted you to know that I will never forget you.. And that you will never forget Me. ” Mistress turned to him and showed him what she was holding, a new tattoo gun.

“Lenny Fitzer, I have a package here for Lenny Fitzer.” A voice startled Sally from his thoughts, cursing himself for losing track of time and letting himself get caught up in the past.,Sally now Lenny came back to reality.

Accepting the package, Sally cocked a brow and asked the delivery guy how he knew his name. These days it was VERY important to know how anyone knew him. “Well buddy, if you don’t want people to know who you are, maybe you shouldn’t have your initials LF on your arm.”

With a wry smile, Sally signed for the package and answered. “Yeah, you are probably right.”

Tracy Chapman - This Time (Lyrics)

2011-08-03T21:52:00.000-07:00

At this point in my life lyrics - Tracy Chapman

2011-08-03T21:45:00.000-07:00

I love this video and song. Aren't we all just doing the best we can?

God Speed

I make you mine and you will belong to Me in a way you never have never experienced...

2011-07-10T22:16:00.000-07:00

Sound play is one of My favorites. I want to fuck you

Sound play is one of My favorites, yes I want to take you to places you have never allowed anyone else and make you Mine completely.

Humiliation.me | you are nothing to Us bitch

2011-07-10T14:17:00.000-07:00

Humiliation.me you are nothing to Us bitch

I loved unleashing My friend Mistress Genevieve on this bad slave. The two of Us dish out some wicked degradation, foot torture, smothering, ball busting, sounds and more. The full length clip will be available soon on My clip store.

Jon Morrow Friend or Foe

2011-05-31T21:52:00.000-07:00

Beware Ladies, this liar is a shady dirty scum whose number is 760-705-8888 But checkout this silly bitch on the phone with Me in a blackmail fantasy. What a pussyboy....

New video preview

2011-05-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

This piggy gets fed from the market and loves it.

Mistress Lady Friday controls you slave!!!

2011-05-18T13:38:00.000-07:00

Such a good boy!!!

Foot Fetish Party at Maison Noir May 13th!!!!

2011-05-02T14:30:00.001-07:00

Enema fun at Maison Noir

2011-05-02T14:23:00.000-07:00

Enema roleplay was never so much fun!!!

P!nk - Please Don't Leave Me

2011-04-01T19:47:00.000-07:00

I just love this song, tee hee ......

Kneel before Me and Give yourself to Me!!!

2011-03-29T13:52:00.000-07:00

I love having you toys gathered around Me, begging for attention, My pets My boytoys. I am available for phone domination on niteflirt today. So get ready to serve your Ebony Goddess like the sluts you are.

Can you say, yes Ma'am slave boys?

Don't you just love a hot pair of shoes?

2011-03-25T19:52:00.000-07:00

Suck it bitch!

I just love these and had to show them off.

Roses

2011-03-24T21:27:00.000-07:00

I got roses today. Two dozen gorgeous roses. I dont know what it is about receiving roses that makes Me feel all girly from the opening of the box, and revealing those long stemmed beauties, or the "who are they from" game, but I love the hell out of it.

Then I started thinking and polled a few friends and the general consensus was that men don't send flowers like they used to...

I know the times have changed, but I still believe that Women enjoy those tokens of male appreciation. After I implemented the policy of having interested submissives ( who contact Me online) I found that there is a huge difference in the way that men treat women, even Women they hope to serve these days.

The small gestures that seem so sweet and thoughtful are rare and far and few in between. But those that do come are even sweeter and more precious. I know that I bitch and rant alot about the subs out there that are full of shit and have no idea what servitude and even basic human socialization are about. I want to state on the record here today that that is not the only point of view.

Today I got the roses and was instantly transported back to the joy and child-like love of getting a present. It was awesome.

So thank you to all you boys out there that DO take the time to put a smile on your Domina's face and take pleasure in that.

Again, thank you.

Mistress Lady Friday

New Clips, Tickle Me Mad part two

2011-03-24T20:23:00.000-07:00

I had such a blast doing this most recent tickling scene. The interrogation part is My favorite but the tickling in its self was just sublime. I tickled him until he was way past what he had imagined and as a Domina that is what I live for. Domination/fetish play is nothing when there isnt real and meaningful exchange and appreciation on both sides. Well check out the conclusion of this scene at
www.clips4sale.com/studio/14184

So see the clips and then some indulge in the best domination/fetish providers in Houston
Tx